Relaxed mode

Could it be true? Can hyper vigilant people change? After our July beach vacation, I discovered that I didn't really need to blow my hair straight. My hair is not curly, but has an unruly wave. I always felt the need to tame it. Now I tried the relaxed look out on my visits to the dentist, Bridge club and Woman's club and got unsolicited positive feedback. Then, I realized that maybe my control freak mode was fading away. I had been making a conscious effort to say yes to my husband's requests, to not contradict his statements, and not suggesting "better" ways to do things. And it came easy. Could it be true? Can hyper vigilant people change? Or is this just a faze in my biorhythm? I guess time will tell. But for now , I'm grateful .

Excerpt from Letters from Philly

      Today proved to be a hot sunny day but also windy. It would really have been fine if it wasn’t for the wind.



  Taking advantage of the sun, we took pictures of Susan. First out in the backyard. Oh what a task. We just couldn’t get her to smile. She would look all over but where we would want her to. Everything attracted her but what should. When she would look the right way she would be wearing a frown, but mostly biting her lower lip. I don’t know if she’s teething or what but she does this constantly now. Then she started sticking out her tongue. Ever time I would push it in, out it would come again. Mother usually makes her smile but even she failed. I’m beginning to think your daughter is camera shy.
                                     

Isn't that funny!

 

Time flies like the wind, fruit flies like bananas

Writing a book was not on my to-do list. I had no desire to sit at a computer for hours and struggle with words. One of the early stories related about my first year of life was a quote of my Grandfather. “She always wants to be where she ain’t.” Neither had I pictured myself sitting still for as long as it takes to play Bridge. But when I got hooked on the game those hours playing Bridge seem to fly by. As with Bridge playing, the same happens with this book. I sit at the computer and the hours melt away.


When I found the letters that were written by Mom and Dad all those years ago and saved so securely, I was drawn into a world I didn’t anticipate. The letters themselves tell a story of the young bride who is a new mother in Philadelphia coping with her experiences as her husband was serving in the military thousands of miles away. Interjecting my thoughts on the common threads that run through their entire lives is my pleasure.

Now you know some of what I've been up to in the past year since I've posted. I guess retirement means doing things I haven't done before and not doing the things I used to do. Maybe I'll get back to posting regularly.